Arjun didn't need to ask who it was. He fell to his knees. "O Mahadev," he whispered, his voice cracking. "We have been foolish. We forgot you, and now we perish. Please, do not punish the innocent earth for our pride."
One autumn, the sky turned a hostile grey. The clouds did not bring rain; they brought a dry, suffocating heat. The rivers receded, turning into thin trickles of mud. The crops withered in the fields. A great drought had befallen the land, and with it came a shadow—a dark, malevolent energy that lurked in the forest, snatching cattle and spreading fear. mahadev best wallpaper